Party Girl.

I took The Old Lady to her local United Reform Church for a post-Christmas lunch. The young lady in the blip caught my attention getting into the party spirit with her girly coloured silly hat over her ethnic dress and an almost permanent smile on her face; I caught her in a more thoughtful moment but she still has a very attractive face.

TOL met quite a few friends who all popped over for a chat and they were all considerate enough to introduce themselves knowing that TOL now has sight problems and can't see faces. Lunch was followed by a few people reading poems (I do love poetry) including a nice one titled "Can We Have Our Ball Back, Please". I've googled but can find no trace of it though there are plenty of red herrings to confuse the search. I was tempted to get up on my hind legs and give an offering, TOL was surprised that I didn't, as a bonus I'll include the one I considered.


He blinks upon the hearth rug
And yawns in deep content,
Accepting all the comforts
That Providence has sent.

Louder he purrs and louder,
In one glad hymn of praise
For all the night's adventures
For quiet, restful, days.

Life will go on forever,
With all that cat can wish;
Warmth, and the glad progression
Of fish and milk and fish.

Only - the thought disturbs him -
He's noticed once or twice,
The times are somehow breeding
A nimbler race of mice.

It's by Alexander Gray.